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I Know What Happens!
Pref: Brown Bowl
Name: Litz
Domain: Corruption
Personality: There are these moments when Litz is a darling. Yes, he's always had a fierce temper, but that doesn't make Litz a bad person. He takes some time getting accustomed to, cursing like a sailor and often glaring, but once you sit with him for a bit you can truly see he's a kind God. He often feels like showing direct affection is awkward for him, so at times instead of showing direct affection he'll do small things for the other. Like gifting them items when their back is turned, sorting through their issues and scaring off people bothering them. He has a hard time controlling his temper, though, and if someone were to lay a single paw against his friend his claws will come lashing out to draw blood.

He becomes such a fidgeting mess when forced to show affection or forced to compliment someone. For example: "Do I look good in this?" It gets to the point where if his opinion is something very kind such as "You look beautiful in that." he'll instead turn a slight red, jerk his head away, and tell the other that he doesn't give a damn. Later, if the person doesn't take it well, he will apologize and quietly, lowly say ".....It looked good." If you try and prod at this, he may either fly off or blush and curse rapidly at you.

He values the people in his life, and hates the mothers that never were in his. He loves his adopted mother, however... deep down there is an insecurity. It probably fuels his issues with his domain, actually. He worries of being abandoned again, this creating a barrier between him and others. When someone tries to befriend him he will work hard at blocking them from his emotions. He won't lash out, or become emotionally violent, he'll just be the kind of person that laughs with that person but never express's himself. Their relationship could continue forever, but he'd never let them into who he truly is, only the outer, sillier side that has no real depth. For a person to win his entire being they need to work hard, prove their loyalty to him and gently press into his problems over time. The biggest way to become close to him is accepting even his bad side, when his domain rules over his being completely.

Now, onto his domain. His domain fuels peoples darker thoughts. If he is near someone in a bad mood they begin to naturally accept their darker thoughts and desires for a time-being, though how much they accept or how long is different for every creature. Sometimes, his domain won't affect others, but more often that not it raises doubtful feelings. It raises the hurt, anger, violence, depression, anything completely negative. Anything destructive. He tends to avoid those upset whenever he can, rushing off to either try and make the problem go away or simply to avoid that person. However, what happens when he is upset?

He breaks. Completely. Everything violent, everything angry, everything abused within him savagely rips out, and suddenly he's a snarling, feral mess. His heart is heavy and his words are cruel. He becomes someone completely different. He'll lash out, he'll try and corrupt others, he'll even become so broken he turns on his family and friends, screaming that they'll leave him. Screaming that they will never stay around. His insecurities surface, and he acts on them negatively. There are ways to fix him, either a pure being speaking to him or someone curling their arms around him, refusing to move. Refusing to let him go no matter how he acts. This will snap him back, though it will take time. Afterwards, no amount of reassuring will stop his fountain of apologies.

He tries to avoid stressful things due to this. He likes to relax, a lot. He likes to try and avoid anything that can fuel his domain to act out. He isn't proud of his domain, and never will be. A part of him feels like he's a failure for it, a creature destined by the gods to hurt others and break people he loves. Sometimes, this is enough to set off a bad spell, the realization that he will always be a ticking time bomb.

Side note: He can control his domain and target someone neutral, he just doesn't.

Prompt Answer:

As A Bowl

He was alone. No matter how much he chimed he was always alone. He heard no other chimes. He heard no voices or movements or anything. His world was dead. Sometimes, he heard faint squeaks and he chimed out for a response, but he was given none. He wasn't given anything to reassure him. As a bowl, his thoughts and emotions were limited, for he had nothing to base anything off of. Yet, he felt something lingering, something that would fester over time. At that moment he didn't know the name for it, hell, he wasn't even really thinking in words. Just emotions, emotions he did not know the name for, but he knew the feeling of.The emotion was unnamed in his world, but over time he'd feel it countless times. He would have a hard life as a kit and adult.

No one knew how long he was out there, in an alley tucked away behind boxes. No one would ever know. However, one day he felt something lift him. He heard a voice and didn't understand the words, but it sounded comforting. That voice would be one of few that could later soothe him. Even then he felt that feeling vanish. Even then, he felt calmed.

As A Kit

"Shhhhh."
"Mom. Stop."

She did that annoying thing whenever his temper flared. Every time. That thing where her eyes softened and she turned, touching his hand and attempting to calm him. He knew she worried, but he also knew that it made him feel like a baby. Moving his paw away, he settled into the back of the cave where his bed was, wings expanding.

Vespera lived in a cave, though she was smart enough to make it perfect for living. It had equipment to fight. It had two make-shift beds that were actually very comfy. She had an area with pots and pans, stealing them before, and a lovely spot outside to start a fire. She was amazing at hunting, and though she couldn't really cook her food was good. Mostly because she only fed him fresh kill. In winter she shoved a boulder in-front of the entrance, leaving a small nook for her to slip out of. Maybe not all kits would like a life like this, but he liked it just fine. He had Vespera, his mother. His adopted mother.

"I just wanted to know if I'll ever meet my mother and father." He persisted. Vespera watched him through her bangs, head shaking gently as she turned, paws wrapping around a spear she had previously made.

"There's no way of me knowing that. What have I told you about making assumptions? Your birth parents could be both men, or both women, too." Ah, the familiar lesson of not making assumptions. He rolled his eyes, fluffing his tail. She trained him how to fight, making assumptions could kill. He really never planned on fighting, though...

"Mom. I just want to meet them one day." He whispered lowly, looking down as his eyes narrowed and that familiar feeling began to surface. He quickly smothered it.

"Litz. I wish I could promise you that I'd find them for you, but I can't. Besides.... why do you wish to see them? To ask them why they left? What does that accomplish?" Her covered eyes must be narrowing, he thought, since her voice was becoming tense. Angry, actually, though he knew the anger was directed at the parents that had abandoned him. Before, he had thought it was him, but now he knew better. His throat tightened, heart hammering.

"I just want to know!" He found himself crying out. Vespera jumped, hand tightening around the spear. She was a fighter, a warrior. She was an ex-princess that was on the run, and built to battle. He was always safe with her, but she also was the only person able to knock him down and pin him to the ground when he.... snapped. Though, how long would that last until he became an adult?

"Litz." Her voice was warning. He was beginning to not hear it. He was beginning to not care.
"If my own parents could just leave me, then..."
"Litz."

His heart was hurting. His head ached and his breathe became shaky. As he viewed Vespera he grit his teeth, wings pulling up against his side. Of course she'd try and calm him, she didn't want an emotional brat to deal with. Why did she collect him, anyway? Because he was a God, or so she claimed? Was he just some prize? Certainly when she picked him up she had to think he'd be easier to raise than this. Easier to deal with, better tempered. Calmer. Sweeter. But no, he was a God with a domain that was so.... bothersome. So violent and angry.

Would she leave him? Hadn't she left her home? She told him she ran away from her kingdom. Why? Because it was too hard? Did she.... would she run from him, too? Of course she would. He wasn't hers, and the people who he did belong to already left. Why wouldn't she?

Any rational adult would shove these emotions aside. But he was a kit, and he was not rational. His body was becoming warmer, his teeth cutting into the inside of his mouth and his paws balling up. Anger, pain, and then that... that...

That abandonment resurfaced.

It was quick, his movements. He later would be ashamed. However, now, he wasn't thinking clearly. All he could think was to shove Vespera away. To reject her and hurt her before she hurt him. Lash out. Strike her. However, instead his nails curled around his own arms, digging.

He was abandoned because they knew. They somehow knew, didn't they? They somehow understood, and they left. They left and Vespera would, though why be mad? It made sense. Corruption was his domain. He tainted peoples thoughts and lured out their darker ones, introducing to them a world they never knew before and enticing them to desire that world. Enticing them to smother their innocence. He was a monster.

As his nails dug he couldn't hear what Vespera was saying. He knew she was saying things, but the words were not making sense. Suddenly, he felt paws wrench his nails free, hands touching his cheek and then pulling him into warm arms. He lashed out, but his claws only hit the armor she wore. His hands were pinned and he was held firmly, tightly. The familiar warmth, and the familiar voice... His body relaxed. Slowly, he relaxed into her, and slowly he fell asleep to her voice.

As An Adult

He watched her quietly from his perch, tail curled around himself. She was so small now, so tiny and so easy to break. As he watched her he grinned to himself, and suddenly he was dashing at her. His paws raised, his claws extended, and he threw his weight on her. She made a quick movement to jerk away and he grinned, anticipating her movement and wrapping his tail around her. She struggled, however she knew better. He was a God. He was much larger.

"Hello, mother!" He chirped brightly. Vespera wiggled, struggling, and then sighed in defeat, looking up at him.
"Damn you and your size."

With a low chuckle, he released her, watching her. He had left home recently, left to find other Gods to learn from. As well as Vespera taught him, she wasn't a God. She didn't know the issues he had. He was seeking a Mentor, someone to teach him how to handle his domain. How to firmly grasp it. He needed a Mentor. He finally accepted who he was, a God. Even if he didn't particularly like his domain. Or even himself. If he met someone who can teach him control his domain and stop it from hurting others, then perhaps he could view himself differently.

"How is the hunt for your parents going?"

His head raised, eyes drifting to view her. Oh, yeah. He was also looking for the people that birthed him. He never grew out of wanting to know why, however.... He shook his head. He wanted to yell at them, but he also wanted to know what they were like. He was curious, and always would be. He didn't desire that love from them anymore. He didn't need it anymore, then again, had he ever needed it before? His eyes landed on her, smiling slightly.

"They aren't my parents. They never raised me. I found my parent, it's you. You're the only parent I need."

Out of both bowls, my preference list is: Brown Bowl, Black Bowl.

I Know What Happens!
Pref: Black Bowl
Name: Samael
Domain: Silence
Personality: Samael is the man you do not wish to meet in an alley, or anywhere for that matter. His mood is unpredictable, one second simply scanning you with this twisted, amused smirk, the next he's in-front of you, holding you down as he rips your tongue out. Literally. It's one of his favorite things to do. As well as shoving harsh chemicals down peoples throats to forever stop their voices. Sound sends him insane, and he detests anyone that makes to much sound. A gentle lull seems to keep him at peace. He doesn't like it, but he doesn't care enough to flip. Silence is something he craves, and if your voice ever leaves above a whisper... You have two seconds to shut your mouth before he's after you.

His desire for silence will never be rewarded to him. In the back of his head he hears a constant ticking and sometimes tiny little voices that criticize and laugh, and this will never go away. As he grows it becomes louder, and eventually begins to vibrate within his head. There are times where the ticking is louder than usual, sending Samael into a craze that can not be contained. He becomes much more violent then, seeking out several victims to soothe him. His theory is if he silences others, perhaps he could silence that constant ticking. A dumb theory, but could you think of better after years of the torment? Silence has become something addicting, he needs it. He craves it. He lusts for it. When he was a fresh kit, he never heard the ticking. And then things changed, and then he started to crumble.

He cannot be trusted. He does things for himself. He will betray you in seconds for his own needs. Very rarely he will lock eyes on someone and claim them. Be careful, just because you are his does not mean he won't rip your tongue out. Actually, you should be as quiet as possible at that point, because Samael finds it horribly offensive when his "friends" ruin his silence. He sees it as a betrayal, and lashes out. On to the subject of friendships. He doesn't simply make friends. He claims. He possess' them in his head. He allows them to speak to others, to live their life, but he will leave frequent reminders that he owns them, whether it be by leaving them disturbing gifts or even murdering a beloved pet when he feels like they are wandering off. Thing is, he can be cunningly deceptive, angling things so it doesn't lead fingers towards him. He'll approach the person he harmed and comfort them, returning them back into his clutches.

He's manipulative. Cunning. Cruel. Violent. Monstrous. He takes, lies, steals, he does everything. Cannibalism seems to be the only thing he avoids, and only because he finds other people disgusting on the inside. He has yet to explain what he means by this, and has no desire to.

Something about his snapped, and produced this demon. He views himself as "correct". He views his idea of what the world should be as the right one. Silence. He wants it. Conversing can happen, yes, but at a gentle tone. He has various forms of silence he reacquires, such as being silent to listen to another. Talking over people sends him insane, quickly. When people think to much he snaps. People cannot be silent for long, they can not quiet their thoughts or quiet themselves to listen. It repulses him.

When he isn't in a crazed killer state, he's quiet. Rarely speaking, rarely even making noise. His steps are light. His movements swift. He is quiet. However his eyes hold a predator appearance, hinting that something isn't right. He easily manipulates his words to get what he wants when he does speak. He never speaks loud, you'll need to actually lean forward to hear him. He's smooth, sly, and very good at faking expressions/emotions to get people on his side. He's a good actor, basically. If it weren't for his eyes you could almost say he seems relatively sane.

His domain seems harmless, but the way he deals with it is not. The constant ticking is the main reason he started breaking, and then things were just set in motion. His powers are violent. He does not simply take noise, he breaks whatever is making it. It doesn't result in death.....usually. However, he can silence another by destroying their voice box. Completely. He doesn't usually use it, though, often his attacks the result of blind rage. If he's planning something out, though.... that's a different story.

Prompt Answer:

As A Bowl

(( I used this song as inspiration for his character. I thought you'd might like to hear it. ))

He was alone. A small little bowl, wings twitching every once in awhile, as if thinking. He didn't mind being alone, nor the silence that followed. Even as a bowl he loved the silence. Whenever he heard a mouse (though he didn't know it was a mouse) scurry past his wings would extend in anger, flapping rapidly, violently. Nothing happened, but that was enough to soothe his anger for a time-being.

He was alone, until one day he felt something wrong with him. Something was absolutely wrong, but he didn't know what. And then he heard footsteps, rushing up to him. A grunt was released, and then suddenly a sneeze. That was the first day he saw the world.

As A Kit

'Tick, tock.'

Valen was with her again. It drove him insane, or towards the brink of it. She was loud, annoying, idiotic. Hilaria was her name, yes? Ugh. His eyes watched Valen, silent as always. The male seemed to enjoy Hilaria's company, yet he rarely spoke. It was always that bloody, zombie vixen that spoke, and she never stopped. He pressed into the hallway, turning his back on the two and heading for his room.

She was lucky Valen liked her, it was not common where Samael would simply tolerate such an annoying creature. Except, she was Valen's, which meant she was untouchable. For now.

Samael was raised by Valen, having been found as a bowl and sneezed on. They had never really made a vocal agreement. Their eyes had met, and with a silent nod Valen had walked off. When Samael followed he did not protest, merely buying him a biscuit and taking him home. The two lived together, travelled together, and existed in a world rarely filled with words. It was as if Valen was made for him. He was a man that ready body-movement, that quietly watched instead of spoke. Samael and him worked. That woman, however, needed to go.

Samael had grown this admiration towards Valen, yet perhaps it wasn't entirely healthy. It was an obsession. He would quietly, sneakily set up traps for Hilaria or others to stumble onto when they visited. He'd lurk in the dark, grinning a feral cheshire smile when they fell and cried out in pain. It was such a shame Valen had that damn necklace.... watching his hard work being healed and mended within a matter of seconds always made the male grit his teeth.

Lately, though, his manners had improved. Only because the ticking was growing louder and was absorbing his time and concentration. In the back of his head he could hear a ticking, as if it was a clock, and it never left. Not even when he slept. Sometimes he swore heard whispering, though when he turned he saw nothing. It annoyed him, greatly. It made him irrational at times. Once, he had lashed out at Valen. It was annoying and disrupting his life.

His eyes narrowed briefly, head tilting back at an awkward angle, clicking in the back of his throat. Hilaria had moved. She was going to the bathroom. Quickly, almost as if by instinct, the male's wing shifted and knocked over a vase, watching it slip over the railing and head straight for her head.

'Tick, tock.'

Her startled scream sent a hysteric giggle from his lips, choking it down when Valen appeared. The male dealt with Hilaria, and when his head raised his eyes locked with Samael's. The two stared at one another quietly, watching one another. One was quiet vocally and physically, the other grinned like a maniac.

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Nothing had been said about the incident. It had been days later, and Samael was currently resting right in Valen's lap. Valen was reading, not even giving the male any sign he knew he was there. Perfect. Samael preferred that.

Silence was comforting, though the ticking made silence something of a myth to Samael. Speaking of, his eyes raised, paw lifting and pressing on the book, knocking it from Valen's hands. Valen watched him quietly, eyes intense and yet guarded.

"She is loud." Samael spoke, voice low and warning. Valen did not respond, waiting. "She is a bird." Samael was a strange one. A bird meant someone as annoying as the damn birds he hated so, and often was a sign of a person he was not safe near. Valen nodded at his words, glancing to the side.

"You wish to break her." Valen finally said, matter-of-factly. Pleased, Samael grinned, running his tongue over his fangs.

'Tock, tick.'

"The vase was me." Why did he want to see Valen upset? What part of him longed to make Valen's emotionless face flicker? He studied Valen, however he was only rewarded with silence. That was fine, what he wanted was Valen's face to change. Valen merely stared at him, watching. They viewed one another quietly, and then Valen nodded.

Annoyed, Samael rolled off Valen's lap, resting against the free area of the couch. Frustration rumbled in his mind, the ticking growing louder. Why did nothing change Valen's face? Why was it only Hilaria that made him upset? That made him smile? That made that thoughtful frown touch his lips? Why was she so damn special? She.... She was just a stupid vixen that couldn't shut her mouth! Turning to view Valen, he decided to change subjects. Today was a rare day, usually they never spoke.

"Did you know my parents?"
"Do you wish to see them?"

Samael shrugged in response. Not particularly. He didn't care. His parents had left. He was more curious of how Valen found him, or why. His parents were just what created him, and nothing more. He did not care of their personalities or their lives. Only of Valen's, and how involved he was in Samael's life. The only thing he cared about was that they were Gods. It made him a God, and he was superior to others. Even to Valen. He was better than Valen. His eyes flicked to watch the demonic, smiling in a feral fashion. Yes, he was better than him, but Valen was second best.

"I do not know them." Valen added. Samael shrugged, again. It didn't matter anymore. Suddenly, he heard her voice, eyes narrowing and wings twitching. Quickly, he rose and slipped out into the hallway, watching as his Valen greeted Hilaria with a faint smile.

As an Adult

'Tick, tock.'

Several times he had tried to break her voicebox. However, the thought of Valen's response was both delightful and awful. While he wished to watch the emotions flicker across his face, he was not yet prepared to accept being thrown aside yet. A part of him wanted to break Valen. A part of him wanted to crush him and watch horror and misery touch his face. Oh, he knew this was wrong. It was wrong to want someone you loved, someone who raised you to hurt. That was why another part wanted to make Valen smile at him instead. To praise him and hug him. These two parts bickered constantly, their battlefield a mind that could not cease, a mind that shuddered with noise and voices and thoughts. So much noise. Too much noise.

Today was one of those days. The noise was too much. It was driving him insane. It was eating at him, breaking every moral he had, though there were very few. He had left Valen's house weeks ago because of this. Ever since, he had taken care of his problems. If only he had started before, perhaps he would have started feeling better sooner.

'Tick tock.'

His eyes narrowed, nails digging into his skin. He watched as people slipped by, counting. It was only when he met an alone woman did he leave his spot, approaching her. She was loud, like Hilaria. Annoying, too. However he held his cool. With seductive eyes and a husky tone he led her aside, licking her wrist as he brought her away from the others. The sound was growing too loud. It was becoming too much. He grew impatient as he led her away, and it showed. She was beginning to worry, he noticed. His twitches and brief hysterical chuckles made her shift slightly.

'Tock, tick.'

Finally, she was alone. They were alone in a field of flowers. He had found this very spot as a child. The woman seemed reassured, smiling brightly, brought from her brief innocence when sultry eyes locked onto her. Leaning in, a wicked smile spread across Samael's lips.

The loud scream did not help the ticking.

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"Another body was found in a field of flowers. Once again the victims tongue was torn out and voice box crushed. Her hands were folded together and eyes closed, as if she was sleeping. There were no witness'. The only susp-"

Valen clicked off the news, his stomach tightening. He was unsure why the news bothered him, it never had before. Yet, the serial killer on the lose seemed to unsettle him. His eyes flicked when the door opened, watching as Samael slipped past the doorway, heading for the kitchen. Apparently, he was visiting. His eyes followed him, and for a second he thought he saw blood.

Out of both bowls, my preference list is: Brown Bowl, Black Bowl.

I Know What Happens!
Pref: Orange Bowl
Name: Usotsuki
Domain: Broken Promises
Personality:
Brash, unrelenting, and very much one to want to prove his own worth in the world, but not by being a god, by being himself. His parents abandoned him, so what does he care of their choices? He is sometimes angry for no reason, but this is how he focuses his issue of abandonment. He also clings to those he finds as friends, often working to impress them with his talents rather than getting them to stay because who he is. In some ways, even Usotsuki is unsure of what his real identity is.
Prompt Answer:
Days had passed, he sat there staring defiantly at the outstretched alleyway, surely someone who looked like him would come his way, he was larger than the one who cared for him already, and he had wings where she did not. There were very obvious differences, and he was so sure they'd simply lost him.

The morning turned to evening, evening turned to night, still no sign. Weeks, months, he grew larger and larger, and no one came for him. Anger. That was what he felt more than anything. Who had dropped him in the alleyway like some trash to be discarded? What gave them the right to decide he was nothing more than refus? He snapped violently throwing bottles that others had discarded at the wall, smashing them. Relentless undying fury....what was he? What did it matter? None of it mattered to anyone. Not even the stray that took care of him. But it didn't matter in a different way. He frowned deeply, setting aside his own...hatred of whoever left him, and decided to smile about it. Whatever they had been, their mistake had given him someone to care for him. He became glad, exuberant that he'd been left in the alley. He could have been left to freeze to death in some unpopulated wasteland, where no one would find him.
Sure he might have blood parents, but they were worthless. The only thing they did right was leave him in that alley. He snorted, deciding that dwelling on their failures was something he could no longer do. Perhaps his parents, whoever, whatever they were, would come to rue the day they bore him, perhaps he'd never run across them, that was perfectly fine, because given the circumstances, he'd more than likely want to wreck their world.

His ear twitched as he heard a voice call him for dinner, "Coming." He felt a bit taller that day, holding his head up proudly, despite having been thrown away. He was Usotsuki, and no one would change that.

I Know What Happens!
Pref:[/b[ Orange Bowl, yet really does not matter.
Name: Kiboo
Domain: God of the Forsaken
Personality: He holds hope of one day finding his true family, yet loves the adoptive family he has now. It is from their kindness that he has learned that not everyone is bad in the world, yet he is also not so jaded as to believe that the world is all sunshine and rainbows. He offers sympathy and a helping hand to any left behind like he himself was, yet if you are one who makes promises and then breaks them, you just might gain his wrath.
Prompt Answer:
There were no other kits in the house he had been brought to. Yet then again that was to be expected the only one there with a mate was beyond her breeding years. Yet the motherly nature she held had drawn her to him and evidently taken him in. Sakura, as his now adoptive mother was called, had given him the name Kiboo, or Hope in Japanese. It was an odd he name for a male he felt, but it was his name and it seemed to be lovingly given.

He remained underneath the couch in the noodle shop looking out at all the other kits that were playing. How many of them had been tossed aside like he had? Where they also fortunate enough as he to be found by others who loved him just because he was alive? How many of them would be like his own birth parents and just leave their bowls alone?

He slowly slinked out of shadows that the couch provided and walked over to the kits that were at play. Many stopped and stared at him. Was he so different? Sakura said they only stared because he was such a beautiful sight, yet he felt as if there was more reason behind their stares. Maybe he really wasn’t one of them, a forsaken who would never truly find their place in the world.

He sat down and gave them a tilt of his head. “May I join you?” He asked politely.

“Why would you?” One of them asked.

“Yeah… Don’t you know any other… Beings such as yourself?” Another asked, their words coming out as if they were still trying to figure him out.

“I didn’t know they came as kits…” Another said. Soon the group was talking among themselves, and their topic was him.

“I’m sorry I bothered you…” He said before flapping his wings and becoming air born. He flew up to the rafters where he had seen some older noodle foxes. Maybe one of them would play, but then again he was one cast aside and only by some stoke of luck was taken in by a caring noodle.

I Know What Happens!
Pref: Orange bowl yet would love either one
Name: Munin
Domain: Memory
Personality:
Munin is a very independent individual, choosing to do only what fancies him at the moment. This isn’t to say he doesn’t like being around others or letting them take the lead and him just watching. He likes to have control over a situation but loves making you believe you are in fact the one in charge. At times Munin loves being around others and snuggling up to those who have caught a place in his heart of just doing silly things. However at times he can also be a loner and shun society all together finding them to be way too much to handle.

Munin loves the creative things and is always up to trying new things as long as he isn’t alone when first starting out. He loves coming up with elaborate stories and acting out to audiences one might not see. And he loves anything having to do with the arts. He’ll be quite open and flexible to go along with the flow yet when by himself he hates anything revolving around change and it’s like splitting hairs trying to get him to do something by himself.

As such he isn’t exactly the Friendliest all the time. He can be temperamental, argue right back with the best of them and he is quite clingy having really nothing of his own when he was littler. It’s his friends and possessions. Munin also doesn’t make friends to easily as he doesn’t like to actively seek others out; they have to come to him. This comes from being shunned away for not being like the crowd as a little kid because he didn’t realize some noodles didn’t like those not in the norm.

Thanks to his Domain he also has an excellent memory. You do one embarrassing thing or tell him a secret and he’ll remember it for the rest of your and his life. This also leads into a love of hearing stories from noodle’s as well collecting anything he can; in fact his need to collect things has also moved into items people had used, shiny things that seem like they have a story. A broken vase or something of that nature that he always keeps around saying he can repair it… some day. It’s always a mystery what will set off that need to collect, however most of the time they have some significance to him or those close to him.

Prompt Answer:
As a kit:
He shuddered and curled up farther into the cave. They couldn’t find him here right. Here of all places was safe, or at least Munin thought it was. All he had wanted was some friends, he had felt so alone and they looked like they where having fun. So naturally any small curious kit would want to join and experience why they where so happy for themselves right. After all Munin had awoken into the world from his bowl, alone for all intent and purpose and he had felt so confused. Who was the one who had sneezed on him, he was pretty sure you couldn’t come out unless you where sneezed on. Sure he ahd a good idea, but then again there where no loving parents happy to see that he had made it into the world, or even old little grandmothers, no one that looked even remotely like him.

However just sitting there and wondering about things which weren’t obvious would have been dangerous. There had to be some one out there who liked him and just sitting there dying because he was lonely, a bit hurt and confused and refusing to eat or move was such a lame way to go, especially when he still had the chance of finding that person who would care about right? Which was how he found himself wandering around and stumbling across that group of other young noodles, it looked so fun down there and he wanted to know what they where doing.
Inching closer he accidentally slipped out of the branch and went tumbling down into the tree right into the clearing. He looked up at all the curious faces and blushed, not having exactly the smoothest first impression. “Um…. Hi” he let out a small squeak? This caused him to frown, was that his voice? He had never used it before, it sounded…. Well Munin wasn’t sure but he knew he definitely didn’t like it he would have to change it into something more sure sounding and soon. Something that he thought reflected what he wanted to say more.

The kits all looked towards each other and smirked, Munin too busy contemplating his own voice to notice the semi-evil looks on their faces. Perhaps if he did he would have noticed that not all kits where as nice as he hoped or that they didn’t treat those different looking than him too nicely. However before he could even catch wind of how they perceived him as strange and different and something to torment, they had ushered him into playing. Soon Munin was laughing and smiling and happy he had fallen out of the tree. After all this was what should have been happening from the beginning. Experiencing what he thought was life to such a happy extent.

Then suddenly everything turned down hill from there. When he looked back later he wasn’t sure what had caused the change. However it went from smiles and laughter to the hair pulling and trying to pluck out his feathers. Weren’t they just getting along a few seconds ago? Munin was confused at what had just happened. However if they thought Munin was just going to put up with this they where very much mistaken. He may have wanted the taste of normalcy even for a second but in his few short weeks of life he had been taught one should never let themselves be treated in a way they didn’t want to. He snarled lunging and snapping at the closest kit making them back off a bit in an almost scared surprise, before turning to run. He didn’t really like to hurt things; after all they had to mean something to some one else however he could outrun them, of that he was certain. If they couldn’t catch him they couldn’t hurt him.

Outrun them he had, and now he was trapped in some cave, waiting for what, the next disappointment? He had heard shouting and whimpering and loud voices but his mind was swirling with other thoughts as he sunk down further into his hiding place. Why had he even been brought into the world if he wasn’t wanted? There had to be some reason he was there. He had noticed he had extra parts those kits hadn’t, and he looked different, similar but still vastly different. Was that such a concern to others to drive him away like they had? Suddenly a twig snapped drawing his attention towards the front of the cave and he crouched down further than he already was, growling and getting ready to pounce at who ever dared to come close enough. He wasn’t going to handle that treatment ever. He had enough unwant just being born alone.

However what assaulted his eyes was a soft cool glow of all things? He blinked as a winged male came into view shaking his head and looking back towards the front of the cave. It was a very familiar male and Munin let out a relieved sigh running over to tackle the Male’s legs. When he had first been experiencing life he had never managed to find any one that looked like him. However he had found Morin and the Male, had begrudgingly taken him in for a while. However Morin had his own memories and life to experience and obviously didn’t want any company so Munin had slipped out again to try and find another place to belong.

The male looked tired and put upon. It seemed like perhaps he had been searching for days for Munin. The little kits heart jumped up into his throat as he hoped this was the case. Morin stared at him regarding the younger male for a bit. “You know you really need to read the atmosphere a bit better Munin, then again I suppose you are a kit. Why in the world did you run off like that I almost had a near heart attack?” Morin stated finally getting to the matter of why he was here in front of the boy and Munin knew that was all he was going to get on Morin’s thoughts on the subject. He had gathered Morin wasn’t too social. However right now he could really careless.
“Y-y-you… want m-me?” Munin asked his voice weak and stuttering again. However this time it was okay as Morin’s face suddenly grew kinder. Munin stared up at him engraving the image into his mind, this one wasn’t fake like those kits and he wanted more looks like he mattered.

“Of course… after all I did take you in and I did go looking for you. Hey I even chased away those little snot nose brats that deemed chasing you all over was acceptable. Munin I know that your real parents weren’t there to sneeze on you forever reason and I cant really offer you too much, except for I promise to care as long as you want”Morin sighed and told the boy. He grew a worried look as tears started to well up on the boy. Then all of a sudden his expression changed to happiness.
“Okay, I collect you!” Munin stated chirping happily. He could tell the older male wanted to refute what he had said but Munin suddenly grabbed a couple of Morin’s stars and ran off causing Morin to suddenly start cursing and moving towards him again. Munin stuck out his tongue and went running further into the dark cave.
As adult:
“Hmm don’t you ever want to know about your birth parents?” Morin had asked one day looking up from his reading. It was a rather quiet life between the two of them. Morin having no real desire to go out and surround him selves with pretty females or males as Munin had heard some Noodles did. Pfft it was even a chore to drag Morin out to go do something such as watching others performing or to see some of his acts he had written out. However he did admit it was also a good source of entertainment.
Munin had almost given up trying to find his real birth parents, not because he had any love towards them, it was only he wanted to have some memory of them. Even if it was a hate filled and stubborn spiteful one that mirrored the feelings swimming around him some times as a kit. Morin was all the guardian he ever needed after all. He stopped looking up from his collection of memories, which Morin often called a diary. Pfft it was hardly a diary, diaries where way too girly. “What brought that on?”

“Hmm I know it often drove you when you where little, you’d jump out trying to collect all these different memories so that one day when you found them you could to walk over and rub in their faces. I think you mentioned something about showing them you didn’t need them to need you and you were quite capable on your self or showing them what they had missed. If they where still alive that was.” Morin answered his tone still holding that inquisitive spark.

"T-they, they didn’t need me at all. I don’t care about them or their reasons for just leaving me in my bowl waiting for some kind stranger. In fact I’d probably have a few nasty words for them if I ever saw them now days. There are more important things, like making those who actually gave a damn proud of me. I don’t care if I ever see them” Munin replied turning to the side. It wasn’t very manly to cry, and even if normally he didn’t give a damn, in front of Morin it was different. “However I do still express an interest in seeing others of my own kind. It would be good to know more about me and why I’m different looking than you or other noodles. Maybe explain my bouts of Kleptomania as you like to call it, however seriously though most of the time Noodles no longer want them. “

“I still want my stuff” Morin growled glaring at him. Munin stuck out his tongue.
“You’re just special” Munin teased “ah we should go do something fun today. Race you outside” Munin suddenly spoke up as an excuse to run out of the cave before Morin threw the book he had been reading at him. Said book just barely grazed him seconds later.